Tor nijer bou ke chodate dekhe kemon lagche?” Goutam takhon Nupur ke ekta chumu kheye aar tar mayee duto chotkate cotkate Ashok ke bollo, “aare As...ok, tui amar bou ke ki aar chudchis? Amar bouer guud ta to chude chude purono hoyegeche. Ami amar bouer guud goto teen bachor chude chude kahl baniye diyechee. Sunitar guud chenda etodine besh boro hoye geche aar guud tao besh dhile hoye poreche. Aare Ashok tui bhalo kore dekh, ami tor samne tor notun biye kora bou ke ekta kuttee moton kore amar. So I started messaging her very frequently and started chatting and pampering her. I bought some gifts to her make her feel special and started sharing my deep feelings to her. This way I moved towards my goal of getting her to bed.Now one day I called her home and asked her to stay at night as it was quiet late. So she also agreed. Then I told her to change and gave her my shorts and told her to change. While changing I saw her from back and she was wearing a red colour v shape panty which was. For a while it made me feel unattractive, undesirable, insecure. But after a while I realized that, with the moment gone, being my Dad was too big a barrier for him to overcome – something I understood, and came to accept. But there I was, the situation reversed, and I knew I damn sure wasn't going to show as much restraint as Dad had before!Shivering with excitement, I watched raptly for another minute as Dad ravenously devoured his pole, his spit running down it in rivers. Suddenly his head. More than a little embarrassed, I pulled back from against her. I had meant to hold her, not spoon against her. I shifted as I attempted to leave the bed. I was concerned I had done something that had hurt her. I tried as best I could to follow what the nurse/rape counselor at the hospital had told me, but I didn't know how to help her.When I moved, Brooke asked, "How did you sleep?"She didn't seem upset that I was against her. I said, "I hope I didn't snore and keep you awake. I was more tired.